A Bizarre Adventure That Begins in Jujutsu Kaisen

Just as everyone was engrossed in conversation and the atmosphere was relaxed, a clear and rhythmic tapping of high heels came from the other end of the corridor, growing louder as it approached.

Click, click, click.

The voice was neither hurried nor slow, but carried a unique rhythm. Everyone immediately fell silent and turned their gazes toward the source of the sound.

The newcomer was Mingming, who had just split up to gather and appease the other sorcerers in the General Headquarters.

She walked with an elegant cat-like gait, her waist swaying slightly with each step, as if she were not walking on a solemn place that had just experienced a power transition, but on a catwalk under the spotlight, where every step was precisely posed, exuding the composure and charm unique to mature women.

Riku Miki and Manami Suda followed silently beside her, each carrying a stack of documents sealed in a brown leather bag.

As Mingming approached, her gaze swept over the somewhat quiet crowd, and a low, playful laugh rang out from her red lips.

"Oh my, I just saw quite a show." She began, her voice full of teasing. "That kid from the Zenin family named Naoya, wasn't he a haughty, arrogant young master who looked down on everyone? When did he... transform into a comedic actor?"

"Hmm? What's wrong with him now?" Gojo Satoru immediately became interested, his eyes gleaming behind his sunglasses.

As long as the conversation doesn't focus on him, it doesn't matter who it is.

Following behind Mingming, Riki explained:

"It looks like he's making a phone call to his family."

I remember that the head of the Zen-in family had many children, and Naoya was just one of them.

He was... well, very enthusiastically recommending Mr. Theo to his brothers and sisters, hoping they would all be there in three days, not a single one could be missing.

Mingming was clearly deeply impressed by this. She even cleared her throat slightly, adjusted her posture, and began to imitate Zenji Naoya's tone and expression at the time, taking over the conversation.

She straightened her back, slightly raised her chin, placed one hand on her hip, and held the other hand to her ear as if holding a phone. Her voice suddenly rose, taking on an arrogant yet inexplicably excited tone:

"Mom, the era of the three starter families is over! Next is the era of Lord Theo!"

"I'm so stupid, little sister!"

A challenge? With your mediocre skills, you dare to challenge Lord Theo? That's hilarious!

Even without using his magic, he could beat you to your knees and drag you back to be his fangs!

"My foolish Anijaya (older brother), remember to come to the meeting on time!"

What? You can't even beat me, let alone catch a glimpse of Lord Theo's back!

Watch your words and actions during the meeting; don't embarrass our Zen family in front of thousands of people!

"My silly little brother!"

Only I, the future head of the Zen family, can stand shoulder to shoulder with the supreme Lord Theo!

"You? Hmph, you're still 20,000 years away!"

Mingming's imitation was so lifelike that he even captured the subtle expression that mixed arrogance, worship, and inexplicable superiority perfectly.

After saying that, she couldn't help herself and bent over, letting out a loud, unrestrained laugh:

"Hahahaha—! You guys didn't see the way he looked, he was like a fanatical fan promoting their idol to the whole world!"

Everyone: "..."

A brief, slightly awkward silence fell over the scene.

Theo's lips twitched slightly, and he raised his hand to press his brow.

Even with his experience and temperament, he felt an indescribable unease when faced with this undisguised, even somewhat excessive, form of "worship."

"Look at his striking blond hair," Theo finally spoke, his tone tinged with helplessness and confusion. "I thought he was just a trendy, flamboyant 'young man'... I never imagined he was such a fervent fanboy inside?"

He shook his head, momentarily at a loss for words to comment on the sudden "transformation" of this young master from the Zen monastery.

"Alright, we can't stay here any longer." Theo waved his hand, as if to dispel the lingering stench of blood and decay in the air. "Have someone clean this place up thoroughly, and then completely renovate it. I only have one request—"

He surveyed the deep, dark Japanese-style room, a symbol of former authority now reduced to ruin, and spoke in a clear and resolute voice:

"It needs to be spacious, bright, and modern."

As for style—Bauhaus, near-future, minimalism…it doesn’t matter.

The important thing is to make everyone who walks in feel that times have truly changed.

"Why not just tear it down and build a completely new building?"

Gojou tilted his head and offered a more thorough suggestion.

"Making repairs on an old foundation always feels like it lacks the ceremonial feel of 'breaking down the old and establishing the new.' Wouldn't it be better to just build a completely new one?"

Theo glanced at him and casually posed a practical question: "...Are you paying?"

"Great!" Gojo Satoru immediately perked up, raised his hand and gave himself a thumbs up, his smile so bright it was almost boastful.

"I'll pay for it! Perfect timing. The Gojo family has accumulated so much wealth over the years, it needs a 'legitimate' and 'impressive' way to spend it and contribute to the new order."

He sighed dramatically, but his tone betrayed a smug eagerness.

"Oh my, I never thought that one day I, Gojo Satoru, would actually pay for this kind of 'image project'..."

Honestly, without realizing it, I've become a 'political creature' who has to consider these things too.

"However—" he changed the subject, a sly glint in his eyes, "I have to name the new building that's built with my money!"

How about calling it... "Enlightenment Hall"? Or "Boundless Light Building"?

"Tsk, it seems a bit too straightforward..."

"That's enough, that's enough."

Xia Youjie smiled helplessly, interrupting his reverie.

"What that old man said in the end was actually right."

You are not unaware of the complexities of human nature and the games of power.

You just don't want to understand, or rather, you disdain to understand, and you've been pretending to be deaf and dumb.

Now that we're stepping into the limelight, there are some rules we still need to follow.

He paused for a moment, then offered a more prudent suggestion.

"I think it would be better to call the new building 'Director's Office'."

It is concise, clear, and maintains the functionality of the terminology, thus avoiding unnecessary misunderstandings or controversies.

Other... fancy names tend to blur the focus.

Seeing that Gojo Satoru still wanted to argue, Xia Youjie clapped his hands with a smile and changed the subject:

"Alright, let's not discuss this anymore. Everyone, go about your business."

As for the wedding invitations… I will personally deliver them to each of you after this general meeting concludes smoothly and everything settles down.”